Syringe
A walk back through time,
back to the days of our kickstart
sweet aches of missing hearts
immersed in sentiments of amorousness
a long for a kiss, on to a dimpled cheek
It all hurt though a little bit less
the acupuncture of missings
longs for a touch if only not a glance
when all that was on our lips was;
"let's not to brake each other's hearts"
A skim through specs of espionage
I see how drastically things can change
holding at hand
fragments of promises fallen of oath
shattered verses of broken vows
those little voices, had I felt it coming?
However, Where was the fault?
was it in our stars, or in our scars?
When that time comes
a time for you to walk out of the door
that surely I know has already come
may it hurt not forget me not
perhaps for the dimpled couple
you and I made
may pain not be a payback
a backlash for all the selfless affection
I painted you with once upon a time.
Once upon a time
Heaven & earth told a tale, of me and you
today, a tale is told of you and him.
but it's okay, it's okay not to be okay
It's a déjà vu maybe perhaps
just happening all over again, I'll believe
what is love for? sweetness & pain right!
adrift along with the flow I flow
for love is like a syringe
the pullout hurts a little bit more.
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